December 2005
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December 30th, 2005.
A beautiful night last night. Like something dark and clad in silk. Maybe it was a new moon, maybe excessive clouding of the sky, but it was silent and quiet and dark. And my brother was in town to sport a ribbon and be festive. I drove my brother to the airport last night and…
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December 28th, 2005.
There are nights when you come off the stage and you think to yourself … “damn”. Those are good nights. At Java Mamma’s, creating a ruckus. Last Saturday we even played our own special version of “The Twelve Days of Christmas”, except ours of course had “two redhead groupies”. Mmmm. Keola got finger puppets for…
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December 24th, 2005.
I’m sleepy. Satisfied and sleepy. My fingers are sore from playing a nice, relaxed almost-Christmas gig up at Java Mamma’s tonight. Had some surprise guests, and a number of friends from far away. It was perhaps a little TOO relaxed, I must admit. We were sl… mostly I was sloppy – losing lyrics, losing a good number…
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December 20th, 2005.
I remembered thinking, right as we were racing the setting sun home from California, PA this last time, about how the landscape surprised me. Traveling the way we do has a habit of detaching you from the seasons. You miss the first flutter of one, the final gasp of another. There were still little isolated…
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December 14th, 2005.
Vicious ant attack! Death from above! I was working, innocently enough, sitting and making things happen as I am wont to do, when I gigantic black ant dropped from the ceiling fan and landed on my laptop. Harbringers of doom. I actually think of them as Thing 1 and Thing 2. The third cat is…
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December 10th, 2005.
Last night we played at Huckleberry’s in Abingdon, MD. Fine and good, not quite as Christmassy as Victoria Station in Putnam, CT, but it’s what it made me think of. Gas fire in the not-quite-wood stove, Christmas tree and lights behind us. I liked it there, and we even drew a pretty decent little crowd…
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December 9th, 2005.
I think I learned my Love-hate relationship with the mechanical world from Han Solo. His fierce pride and constant disappointment in the Millenium Falcon is pretty similar to how I’ve stood by and maltreated almost everything I own. Pretty similar to how I treat myself, expecting me and everything around me to just take whatever’s…
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December 5th, 2005.
I had a weird dream last night. I don’t remember much except that I had fantastic breasts. But there was a weird black spot eating them away which had me pretty upset. Went back to sleep after that.
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December 4th, 2005.
Wow. I don’t mean to keep harping on this, but – Ross is SO stupid! Rachel’s SUCH a bitch! Oh my FUCKING LORD!!!